Grasping onto heavy eyes
Crawling out from under
A pale morning blue skies
Tis but your deep, perpetual slumber
Deafening shutters of reality
Echoes of memories past
Dissecting life's totality
Black emptiness at last
Sip on the warmth of hope
Do not endure without
The never ending *****
You'll be fine
I have no doubt.

There's a bird at your window.
Chest cloaked in a lush boastful yellow.
Timid dust brown feathered head,
with flurries of white laced around its neck.
There's a bird at your window.
Singing the echoes of blissful memories,
majestic tones of innocence.
There's a bird at your window.
Eyes filled to the top with intuition,
feathers fluttering with intent,
not a worry in the world.
There's a bird at your window.
Wondering if it knows,
knows what world we live in today,
or if it even cares.
There's a bird at your window.

Hello there.
Yes you,
You eloquently diverse human individual
that has chosen to be in this exact moment of time,
time that we all share on this planet we call home.
This year may not be the one we imagined,
but it will be the one we remember.
The one we tell our kids about,
about how the world changed,
how it was the year for no regrets,
the year for no kiss held back,
no voice unheard.
You are magnificent.
The ability to alter the future,
a future of wonder and prosperity,
a world of closeness and warmth.
In a time of distancing we forget who we are.
Stop.
And breathe.
You are okay.
Your unattainables will be attained, this is the year.
The year you will remember,
where you became You.
Don't hold back,
embrace the little conversations,
the steam on your glasses while drinking
your morning coffee.
A polite hello to a neighbor, a stranger, a friend.
Fully embracing someone else's troubles for a day,
Standing outside in the rain on purpose.
Do this world a favor,
And don't forget its still our world.

here again
familiar space,
far from home
a distant place

reflections abundant
hellos all around,
don't take my word
its not how it sounds.

sitting back
sipping back,
nothing more
just a simple track

wading here
until sunrise,
winds a gust
until we realize

iv been gone for a while
but now im back
not sure for how long,
but please,
don't lose track.

So here we are on year number eight,
It feels like yesterday, when we started to date.
Through high-school, university and more,
I can't wait to see what the future has in store.
You are my rock that keeps me stable,
And the sunshine that keeps me bright,
Here is to eight more years,
Of nothing but pure delight.

Back to basics
Blackness takes this
Dreaded, undying,
Night of forever innateness
Hold me close
Forever weightless
Slowly slythering,
Chaotic stasis.
Look to me,
It's more than greatness,
Not that same old,
Wanna be fakeness,
It's that voice inside you,
That total imbraceness,
Awake from reality,
You are the nameless.

Lets try to implode.
What sort of thing spikes your imagination?
Is it love?
Is it music?
Lovely music perhaps?
Drip the words from your lips,
Let them soak in the world around you.
You are here to hear the voices,
The voices in your head that are telling you,
Telling you its going to be okay.
Simplicity is beauty,
Beauty is all around you.
There isn't a day where you aren't in control,
Control of your conscience,
Your beautiful conscience.
Stare into the thousands,
They feel your every breathe.
Give them life,
Give them an opportunity,
An opportunity to react,
In ways they never thought possible.
A reaction of ingenious pleasure,
Dethroning the darkness,
Making a new,
A new imagination.
Pour out your foreverness
and let them have a lasting impression.
Be.

Burrowed intimately in my own sedacious eclipse,
I awake mid day, soaking up our heavy and expected frivolities.
As I sip from my cup, the soft silk slithers down my throat.
Unable to sustain a direct state of such, it eats at me like a disease.
The tingeling heat that wraps around my tired lips, ignites the yearn of more.
With each bat of black beneath my eyes, I shiver as I am endowed by everything that it yours.

Take me.

Here I exist, cowering underneath this monstrosity.
Each breath a constant reminder I am still alive.
Wiping the liquid nerves from my quivering hands.
Wanting to slip away between the deafening cracks.
Swallowing my last drop of reality, a harsh cold sting.
There is no turning back now.

Here again,
At the gates of my demise.
Back too soon.
Drowning ever so slowly.
Wanting to turn back,
To start over again.
Irreversible inclinations.
Constant fury.
Breathe,
Tomorrow is a new day.

My breathe encapsulated with shards of excruciation, I am not inclined to understand the distorted vengeance that is beneath me, something greater than I lurks with a suffocating aura tormenting everything that is weak enough to where the cloak of demons. Do not entice beings in the underworld, leave them to face their own revelation, when the walls start to crumble on their fickle minds that are soaked in an ill-instrinsic fiction dream world that will never happen, because they will always be the ones poisoned by him.

terribly impatient,
waiting to conquer the world,
always wanting something better,
stopping to admire,
the world burning in flames,
which path do I follow,
who will I be today,
getting lost in the night sky,
remembering I have you,
throughout this point of havoc,
this next step of life,
before you make the leap,
the leap to the other side,
the side of reality,
that you have yet to achieve,
designed to survive,
eyes open,
day dreaming,

Go.

There I was grounded to the base of my domain,
Arms at my side, motionless but heart still beating.
My mind not aware of the totality that exists beyond me.
Pursuing this innate ability to momentarily erase my existing conscience,
But it would still be readily accessible once the drums ensue.
I try to escape my dearest demons, running through their fictitious maze,
The the trumpets sound, my calling is now.
The jarring ache of the percussion vibrates through my half awake mind.

I am awake.

What is it about staring through a window of a moving vehicle that makes it so dramatically surreal. Maybe the window represents a barrier between reality and dreams. Our thoughts hiding deep in the sky waiting to be plucked from the clouds. Knowing that once you stop gleaming into this portal of innate consciousness you have to either take flight to your dreams and aspirations and take hold of life's ultimate achievability of happiness. Or be content with reality and remain behind the pane of glass that gave you a glimpse of your own reflection of where you want to be. Maybe it's the ability to see the stars at night while pretending you're in a movie. The final scene where there is a happily ever after and whatever music is playing creates the perfect setup for what could be the best picture of your life. Or maybe it's the constant idea of moving and visually understanding new things around you. The idea of something new every mile sparks an interest of curiosity in your mind of what if's and could haves. Where do I want to go, where do I want to be. The thing that people tend to miss is you get chances everyday to be on the other side of that window. So next time you arrive back to reality to wherever you are in this world remember you can always change your destination.

Some people say I"ll love you until the day I die,
I say I'll love you long after I reach the sky.
I'll love you even after the whole world crumbles,
When dark is the day and the still night trembles.
I'll love you even when there is no hope,
You are my strongest will to cope.
When the world's oceans begin to capsize,
When the birds are not singing their soft lullabies.
And when there is no space, no time, just nothing
I'll still love you, and you know I'm not bluffing.

When we are not right,
Everything tastes stale.
When we are not together,
The Earth stops spinning.
When we are not us,
The world is grey.
When are are not,
Nothing exists only you.

thrown into this wretched place
breathing in thick hell
wrapped around my lungs
i can't escape my mind.

I wouldn't be able to do what you do.
To move mountains ever morning,
Just to satisfy the smallest blade of grass.
To travel from place to place,
Healing hearts and minds of many.
I wouldn't be able to do what you do,
All whilst bearing troubling echoes.
You embrace the opportunities that arise,
And inspire others do be as graceful as you.
You are the strongest person I know.

God never gives you anything,
That you can not handle.

Slumping out of my fickle willow sleep,
Dazed in dream-shaped clouds.
My ears induce a pitch of reality.
I must awake and dawn into the day,
Rather than slumber and succumb in my delusions.
The scent of warm darkness filtering my imagination,
Echoes throughout the house and into my shallow cup.
My lips caress the dark silk,
Transcending through my body
The darkness fills.

Floating on emptiness,
a weightless canvas.
A white beach of ice,
melting at your fingertips.
Exhaling bitter sweetness,
floating on emptiness.

Some people ask me why I never worry.
I tell them that she makes me feel invincible.
There is nothing we can not do, when we are together.

How is it that you continue to steal my heart?
When the sun hasn't even risen,
And the day has yet to become.

Illustrious.
Enchanting.
Floral.
Angelic.
Bashful.
Awestruck.

Touch.
Spark.
Quiver.
Taste.

Lush.
Succulent.
Infinite.
Hope.

Black umbrellas,
Bodies standing.
Black umbrellas,
Hearts expanding.
Black umbrellas,
Minds demanding.
Black umbrellas,
Lord commanding.
Black umbrellas,
No understanding.
Black umbrellas,
Bodies standing.

Lurking in the shadows
Black hate slythers behind me.
It eats away at memories dipped in poison.
Created from the depths of regret,
Thriving off old rotted expressions of what once was.
This is my darkness,

My darkness that has been defeated.
Her angelic expression of everything beautiful,
Ignites the past into nothing more than ash.
A subtle kiss evolves this wasteland into an abundant paradise.
You are my constant remedy and waterfall of hope.

Our flame burns.
It burns while it rains chaos,
It burns in the greatest depths of the sea,
Let this be a reminder etched in eternity.

My keyboard is my piano,
You are the tempo.
Each letter an omnipotent gesture,
You are the rhythm.
My fingers fluttering, words cascading,
Music flowing, space imploding.
Tiny strokes, heart pulsating,
Quickly now, dont fall behind,
My wandering mind, simplified,
Superstitious and inconspicuous,
Tantalizing new beginnings,
Each endeavour so endearing.
Nothing more than tiny strokes.
I play for you.
Every rendition,
Every distinctive differentiation of anything beautiful
is for you.
The fincal act, don't stray too far.
Tomorrow is a new beginning,
and you are my star.

I wish I could give you the moon and all the stars, every day.
I wish I could dance with you in the rain every morning.
I wish I could give you the universe and everything inside it.
I wish I could give you more than anyone has ever given you.
I wish I could make your dreams more than just dreams.
There is nothing in this world that you don't deserve.

Wake up tomorrow like you are going to the moon.
Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time
and the last.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Show someone how much you love them.
Stop and visualize the world around you.
Don't forget to wake up tomorrrow,  you're going too the moon.

Clouds of black,
Heavy rain.

Don't come back,
Please refrain.

Over the hills,
And next to the docks.

This is the place, now open the box.

He picked up the pen,
She arrived no later than 10.
His mind anxious and stray,
Her's was now day-to-day.
She was a traveler
He was a poet,
Some might say they did not even know it.
Although not many places were seen
And only a few poems were ever so keen,
They both found each other in a far off universe,
Deep in each others eyes, days just to converse.
Instantaneous extraordinary and ever lasting,
Just a few specks of what yearns in the stars, blasting.
This is not your typical tale,
This is the story of the boy and girl who would never ever fail.

Spending the day with your best friend and then kissing her on the lips is one of the best feelings in the world.

Only then you realize how lucky you really are.

Life is simple.
It is but a journey to find that smile,
that smile that lifts your heart
and rejoices your soul.
Once you find it everything else feels trivial.

Some say that it is unfair.
Unfair for the cosmic intoxication that I can feel.
Unfair for the ability to obliterate my surroundings
and sink into her exhilarating aura.
The power to visually experience instrumental weightlessness,
an exuberant eruption of colourful lush masquerading the sky,
the fixative pulse attached to her heart.
Floating above the universe and holding on to all the stars
as I escape in her smile.
Some say that it is unfair.

My mind depletes every single day.
A constant weight of inferno tied to my hands.
Sinking to the bottom of my core, forever drowning.
Take one deep breathe.

It will be okay.

You unruly physical beings that choose to entrench me.
That choose to suffocate me and everyone around me.
It wretchedly disgusts me that you have to see this.
To see this on a daily basis.
I'm sorry.
I'll learn from this.

But most of all I'll remember.
I'll always remember...

...and that should haunt you.

There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.

If someone told me,
Back before we fell in love,
If someone told me,
Before our first kiss,
If someone told me,
Before I made you mine

That we were going to be together forever,
I would smile,

And not hesitate one bit.

You continue to exemplify everything beautiful in this world
The heavens above exalting a thousand trumpets
Symphonies hailing from the mountains,
Her intoxicating smile glistening, biting my lip in allusion.

Your eyes unimaginably delicate,
Thinking of you, a piano chorus dwindling on repeat.
Your bashful beauty,
Alway makes rainy days come to a hault.
So much wrong in this world,
Pressure, decisions and guilt,
And I am just here admiring you.


Everytime I look at you,
My lump heart skips a beat.
Clenching my sweaty hands,
I have seen you a million times before
But you mesmerize my love struck mind.
Every inch of you, impeccable and unchangeable.

I wake up to a repetition,
The constant strive for approval.
A simple undying rendition,
Ideas in my head, hoping for removal.
A subscription for success sign me up,
One hefty fee of-not enough.
Same old texts, asking what's up?
This is not something that should be that tough.

Do not try and ephixiate your mind on random cohesions.
Breathe.

Everthing is an abormal abnormality,
The thought of existance, such a chaotic verse of simplicity.

Exhale.

Open the gates of inguinity and forget what lies beneath you,
You are far better than your demons. The demons that seek to end all presence of creativity.

Let there be nothing but a powerful pound of the heart.

I am alive. I am the darkness inside the light.

The pure black anguish that sits rotting
in the absolute pit of my aching heart.

Everyday an inch of me depletes whilst hearing that wretched pitiful cry.
I wish something would change,  I wish I could erase the toxic memories that lie etched forever into the very core of my mind.

Nothing is more painful then seeing your small minded, incoherent pathetic face shrivel up and pour out a thousand hells all while I lie there knowing that you think its okay. You always think something is wrong with others around you, when its just yourself that cannot be altered.

I know life has struggle and that life brings calamity when you have already lost, but to re-live the same chapter over and over again seems like this story will never end.

You look at the sky.
You see a vast open mirage cascaded in a warm royal blanket,
with silver clouds that linger above your every thought.

I see something different.
I see a beautiful visual distinction of everyone's plausible possibilities.
The single flap of a budding bird, taking off into life's flight.
The sensational physical reaction of a rain droplet exuberating onto skin.
A natural epiphany.
The unyielding bolts of light hammering from  up above,
turning specks of sand into timeless memories.
I see a never ending scape of clarity.
An omnipotent place of livability that stretches to the heavens,
just a piece of what might be in store.

I cannot write.
I cannot focus.
You timid maleficent virus,
Who do you think you are?

Pulsating pressure, provoking a pandemonium of preconceived panic.

A mind of mush, intertwined within the stroke of tension and resilience.

An urge to fast forward, to leap over the walk way that flattens my belonging.

Dishearted. Dismayed. Tired. Tired of imperfections. Impressions imploding on the intangible beings of the Id.

You looked at me with those heavy limpid eyes, tears dissipating into a million endless nights.

The echoing silence piercing through the curious walls, wanting to hear her voice one more time.

I wonder what you would write,
If you had the inclination to dissipate such woes.
What would be on your paper?
What if my persisting persistence and boastful amount of
hyperbolic word arrangements could be yours?
I would love to read your writes and write your wrongs,
Hopefully your wrongs are just writes
And not a totality of havoc carefully spaced between blue lines,
Whilst chaotic linguistics tend to rise from a certain muse
I guess what I'm saying is,
That I am curious to visually participate in a what seems to be
Something near impossible.
Unless you are me and I am you.
Then my job is complete and I can happily say,
Its not half bad.

You are so beautiful.

I tell her every single day.
That cute smile on your face and
your wrinkled nose when you say,

thank you.
your red plush, warm cheeks.

I look into those big bright
temptatious eyes, seemingly coated
with innocence

my mind sinking away
slowly drifting

happiness
knowing I found you
that's more than enough,
knowing that you love me
that's everything.

You are so beautiful.